Chapter Ten #4
He cupped her other breast with his free hand, running his thumb over her taught nipple.
It puckered even more, the tightness bordering on painful.
Sparks of electricity slid along her skin, moving downward to pulse between her thighs.
Small, mewling noises—a sound she’d never made before—repeatedly formed in the back of her throat.
He made a pleased rumble deep in his chest, pulled away from her nipple with a slight pop. She jerked. He chuckled and turned his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same attention.
She ground her hips against his erection.
The friction, coupled with the suction of his lips on her breast, almost enough to send her over the edge.
Heat flowed through her veins like lava, scorching everything but the feel of his mouth on her breast, the hardness of his erection between her legs. She just needed a little more.
He seemed to realize how close she was, because he shifted his hips, changing the angle just enough so the seam of his jeans hit her clit with every roll of her hips. He thrust up against her. She made a sound that was part way between a growl and a groan. She was so close, so very, very close.
She pressed against him harder, chasing the moment when everything would tip her over the edge and send her into the abyss. “Oh, God, Nick,” she said, although the words were more a groan.
He pulled his lips off her nipple with another pop, sending a shiver through her. “Are you gonna come, wildcat?”
She nodded wildly, pushing against him in a frantic rhythm.
“What do you need, wildcat?” His voice was low and raspy, cracked around the edges. It was so sexy.
“More,” she said, but it was more like a gasp. “Just a little more. Please, Nick.”
He grabbed her hips, his grip tight enough it might leave a mark, and pulled down, lifting his in turn and grinding against her.
Lightning streaked outward from between her legs, bouncing through her. Rebounding to concentrate in her clit.
He leaned forward and took her nipple back in his mouth, but instead of sucking this time, he bit down. It was light, but the border between pleasure and pain was just enough to shove her over the edge.
Her mouth opened on a silent scream, her back bowing.
She rocked against his erection. Her inner muscles rippled, searching for something to clench down on.
She tensed, her body pulling tight. A tremble started in her center and moved outward, all the way to her fingers and her toes.
Her skin tingled, her nerve endings buzzed.
And then her body gave one final, huge spasm and she sagged forward.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him, whispering words she couldn’t quite decipher in a soothing tone.
Her arms refused to work, so she plastered herself against his chest and inhaled deeply.
His heart beat a loud, erratic rhythm against her cheek.
Her sensitive, swollen nipples brushed against the coarse hair on his chest. She shivered.
It felt like she’d run a marathon, or gone for an epic mountain bike ride.
Except this was way more fun. He ran his fingers up and down the length of her spine.
The feeling was so soothing, so comforting, she closed her eyes.
His spicy scent—which was already amazing—mingled with the scent of sex in the air, turning her inside out.
He pressed a kiss against the top of her head. “That was incredible. Thank you.”
She opened her eyes, tipped her head back to look at him. He was staring down at her, the lines of tension on his face more pronounced in the dim light. The heat in his gaze was molten liquid.
She smiled, the tilt of her lips feeling lazy and loose. “I think I should probably be the one thanking you.” Her voice sounded hoarse and cracked and breathy.
His mouth quirked up on one side in that cheeky half smile. The one that always set her on fire. And even after an incredible orgasm—the kind where she shouldn’t feel needy for at least a week—it was like a spark to kindling. “You’ve obviously never watched yourself come.”
Heat burned in her cheeks and her chest, but her body gave another throb.
Interesting. She’d never really done the dirty talk thing, but it seemed like it might be something she was into.
Sex with Kevin had been basic, the two of them fumbling around like the inexperienced fools they’d been.
There’d been no exploration, or even give and take, really. It had been sad and unsatisfying.
Definitely not like this. This was something special.
He grabbed the back of her neck, holding her still so he could kiss her. Hard. There was a desperation in this kiss that hadn’t been there before. And it wasn’t any wonder. The evidence of his need was still hard and throbbing between her thighs.
Now it was her turn to thank him properly. She pulled away from the kiss. He followed her, leaning forward, chasing her lips.
“Your turn.” She slid off of his lap and down into the foot well of the passenger seat. It was a tight squeeze but she was up for it. She reached forward and popped the button on his jeans.